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Even as the night began to grow darker, Fenrich stayed by the vampire side, not getting any sleep. He wanted to make sure his lord didn't need anything, wanted to be awake when he awoke. He had never heard of a vampire getting cured by demon blood but if it was working, who was he to question it. The only thing that striked him as odd was that his lord did not revert back to his original self. Not that he didn't mind that, it was just he thought when the other drank blood again, he would revert back to his Tyrant form. He would question that later he supposed.
Time passed and slowly the fires of Hell began to brighten from an embers' glow to that of a burning flame. Morning had finally come.
Valvatorez slowly began to stir from his slumber, groaning softly at the soreness in his body. "Fenrich?" he questioned softly, his eyes opening, adjusting to his surrounding.
Fenrich ears perked up at the soft voice and he looked at the vampire, smiling. "Lord Val." he said, his voice washed over with relief. "I'm so glad to see you awake. You took centuries off my life." he said, golden eyes meeting red orbs. That's when everything around them seemed to stand still. Fenrich felt a strong tug at his heart, a new scent filled the room. Why did he feel this odd sensation? All he ever had was respect for his lord but now he felt like he wanted to just jump the vampire.
Valvatorez swallowed hard when he looked up into the eyes of his servant. Fenrich would never hurt him. He dedicated his whole life to him. But then why did he feel...like prey? More strangely yet, he was actually...made nervous by this, almost to the point of a strange, nameless kind of fear and anxiousness. It was like something change since the time he fell asleep but what? He relaxed when the werewolf closed his eyes, breaking that strong connection they had both felt. But it still lingered inside of them both.
"How are you feeling my lord? Any pain? Are you hungry?" Fenrich asked.
Valvatorez sat up with a small groan, rubbing at his short locks of raven hair. He was so incredibly sore from the beating he took from an enemy that had nearly claimed his life.
"I...believe I am fine Fenrich. However, I am more worried about the troops. If my life was nearly snuffed out, I can just imagine how they are fair- Ah!" he yelped in pain as he tried to rise to his feet. He would have fallen if it wasn't for Fenrich quick reaction. The werewolf was on his feet in an instant, catching the vampire.
"My lord, you shouldn't move to quickly. Your still recovering." he said, helping the other lay down. It seemed like his demon blood didn't have as fast a recovery time as it would if Val had human blood. How dare that demon cause so much damage to his lord. He would make sure the creature suffered through hellish torture before he killed it.
Valvatorez frowned but nodded as he was laid back in bed. He was still far too weak to see to the war knocking at his door. He sunk back down into the mattress, sighing in temporary defeat. "Fenrich. You will have to go in my stead. I will be fine here for now. Go see my troops and do be sure to get a proper head count of our remaining forces. Do what you can for the wounded and pay the prinnies."
Fenrich didn't want to leave his lord side but also knew the other was worried about his troops and wouldn't get the proper rest if he continued to worry. "Of course. All is for my Lord." he said, placing his hand to his chest and bowing slightly. "Get some more rest. I shall return soon." he said.
Before he left the room, he looked back at the vampire. "I'm surprised you have not banished me yet my Lord. After all, I made you break a promise." he said quietly.
The vampire looked over at his servant and smiled. "You fed me your own blood, demon blood. The promise never mentioned that and still remains. You saved my life Fenrich. There is no way I could banish you." he said.
Fenrich smiled, his tense shoulders relaxing as he left the room. Now onto the task of getting a head count of their remaining troops.
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Out in the main hall of Hades, he saw medics and healers still running around, tending to the was given a sheet of injured and dead by a few of the medics and informed another fighter to pay the prinnies. It seemed there wasn't enough room in the clinic to keep all the injured so they moved some out here.
Fenrich noticed on the injured list were Fuka, Emizel, Artina and Desco. He didn't want to find them but knew his Lord would not be happy until they were found. Though It didn't take long at all, not with Fuka big mouth.
The group wasn't far from the main hall. They were gathering in another room, doing there best to either help or stay out of the way.
"Are you okay Big Sis? Desco shouldn't have let that demon get through her defense. Desco will never become a final boss if her defense is so weak." Desco said, floating beside Fuka. She had let the demon sneak up on her during the chaos which wasn't befitting for a final boss at all.
"I'm fine. A few scratches and bruises aren't enough to get me down. After all, this is my dream. I may get hurt but I can't die." Fuka said, her face having a few bandages as well as her arms. "I'm more worried about Valzy and Fenfen. They took the worst beating." she said, frowning.
"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that, if that is what helps you sleep at night." Emizel said crossly as he limped over. What a sight the small demon was, with an arm in a sling as he leaned on his staff to support his wounded leg.
The smaller demon was a specialist at magic more than anything else. Those who tended to rely on magic for strength, tended to also have a much weaker defense then the Berserkers who stomped around the battle field. The powerful members of their team had gone down, leaving him wide open for a beating. No wonder he was crabby. Just then, a pinkish figure appeared behind him and reached out to touch his arm, causing the demon to yelp.
"What the Hell!?"
"I can't heal you if you don't hold still! Now, come on, take it like a man, Emizel." Artina said, before sporting an encouraging smile.
Emizel sighed and let her tend to his wounds, even if he found her bed side way to be lacking a bit today. But, they were all injured and worried. Worried about their leader. So, tempers were bound to run high on this particular, gloomy day in which they found themselves defeated and their units, shattered.
"Wow you took quiet a beating Emizel." Fuka said, looking at the small demon. "And your healing doesn't have the nicest touch today either Artina." she said, knowing they were all on edge. "Guess our defenses weren't as strong as we wanted. I mean, even Valzy got badly injured." she sighed. But she wouldn't let this bring her down. "Next time I see that demon, I'm pounding his ugly face into the ground!" she said, swinging her bat around, determined.
"Desco is right behind you Big Sis! Desco can't let a demon get in her way of becoming the final boss!" Desco said.
"Quiet down lass! Your making such a racket." Fenrich said as he approached the four. "All of Hades could hear you with that loud mouth of yours."
"Fenfen! But where is Valzy? Is he doing okay?" Fuka asked, not caring about the other remark about her noise.
"My Lord is currently resting under my care. His recovery is slow but steady." Fenrich said. "I'm just checking to see who is alive and who isn't. Looks like you all survived. At least you can hold your ground." he said. They had come a long way since they first met but would never admit that out loud. He didn't want his lord to have weak fighters by his side.
"Of course I can! I am the Netherworld presid- OUCH!" Emizel cried out as Artina tightened the bandages over his leg, "You did that on purpose!"
Artina made no motion to answer him. She was angry and taking it out on her patients, as unethical as that was. But, she could not help it. The thought of Valvatorez so wounded that he couldn't even get up from bed. It tore at her heart. Such a kind and generous demon did not deserve this.
"I will go to him right after I am through with Emizel. I am sure that the rest of the healers can take it from here." Artina said, hoping that she could be of some help to her old friend.
Fenrich heard Artina and something inside him detested that. "No!" he snapped, glaring at her. "My Lord is perfectly fine under my care. I don't need some thief angel who treats her patients poorly around him!" he growled.
Fuka eyes widen. "Geez calm down Fenfen. Were all just worried about Valzy." she said. She had never seen the werewolf so tense before. Sure he snapped a lot but something seemed off about him.
Fenrich glared at Fuka before realizing how he acted. He regained himself and shook his head. "Lord Val will recover quickly as long as he is not disturbed by any of you." he said before turning and taking his leave. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering what had gotten into him. As soon as Artina wanted to help, something snapped inside him, like he was overprotective of his lord. He knew Artina would never hurt his lord but it still bugged him.
Fuka watched Fenrich leave and tilted her head to the side. "Did anyone notice that Fenfen seemed really off?" They all looked at each other and nodded.
"I wouldn't read too much into it though." Emizel spoke up. "I mean, Fenrich has been with Valvatorez for centuries, serving him. He has to be taking this the hardest."
Artina nodded. "Your right Emizel. I guess his pride for himself and Mr. Vampire are getting in the way of letting us help." she sighed. She just wished there was more they could do for them.
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